Текст песни Collection Plate

What's going on with that dynamic with prayer? Why are we amongst the most praising people But yet we seem to be on the bottom of so many areas in society? Took a while to get straight, but made it through the lean years I still ref from having to tread where the green is Inverted tactics, was all dirty acts, never clean bins The battle scenes are having no means made us mean kids Almost caught us, those was rough waters the team bridged Suffered damage, it's only mustard sandwiches, is seen fridge Wish for a bun in the oven just not while love in my teen whizz We pull a gun machine if you come between his If really wanted to bless me, would've left me that collection plate If really wanted to bless me, would've left me that collection plate Afraid I prayed too quiet, couldn't hear So often obliged to say if I die today, I wouldn't care (I don't give a fuck) What good is rear, you shouldn't stare Worst happens to the best, never test, the hood is fair Schemes of cooking up bread had us busy holding toast By and large, knew I'd catch a charge before the holy ghost Came street wise where the heat rise, you know the coast My brother swore to tug-of-war, I was shown the ropes If I knew, I'd have been in the pew, writing legit Fuel could've really used that lil' bite-and-a-sip In the past, going nowhere fast, every night was a trip Shoe-hoarded, was suited for it, but never liking the fit Learned to fight in the pit, can't get loose, tighten your lip I go hard when it's time to roll, guard, and then tighten your pick If really wanted to bless me, would've left me that collection plate If really wanted to bless me, would've left me that collection plate If really wanted to bless me, would've left me that collection